1 Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

As the world's economy spirals in the toilet like a turd;
I can only think of one sentence, we deserve it.
Our hearts are far from pure and our water is dirty with man.
The blood in our veins pumps a canal full of pain.
Our conscience is perverted with drugs and greed.
Our ears listen only to the selfish voice inside our own minds
or to some vile creature who's whispering 'sweet' nothings
of persuasion to follow their own selfish dreams.
We are swept off of our feet by this unsuspecting broom
and we realize that we are tripping and we are falling
but what can we do when we are just one person?
Well really we are one person in a crowd full of silent ones.
Ones who cover their mouths with their own hand
when their mouths can be speaking and their hands can be typing.
One does not equal zero and one and one make two.
Two and one make three, three and one make four.
It keeps growing until it maxes out like a credit card.
It shows that the power of one can be many.